August 17, 2001

Today Scott and I did some power lifting. It was all right until that stupid beefcake kept wanting to "spot" for me and then proceeded to tickle my abs and armpits whilst I did the bench and/or military press. Right then and there, that stupid beefcake made my list of things to do that day - I threw off the weights with great force and proceeded to chase him around the weight room, squirting him with my water bottle and snapping him with my towel. He's such a little baby when the tables are turned, the stupid beefcake.

I swear to God I'll never go lifting with that lummox again - it's a Sisyphean task!